(20 minute poetry)

Jeez
is it cold today
'just feeling your age?'
No way.

I'm tucked up like an Eskimo, (loves),
hat, scarf and overcoat, long johns and gloves.
If this is global warming you can shove it, (love).

I'll get to where it is that I'm going, no knowing though if that'll be soon and there may be some heat there, some thing more than down beat there,
I am done with this chill in the air.

I imagine a wood burning stove in my heart for a start and a pile of hewn lumber by the side, this wild thought remains as heat flows through my veins,
I should have imagined the Caribbean, an isle with just me on waiting for her to come home.